The rantings of a knitter on the edge!

Anticipation….they keep me waiting! Updates

Well still haven’t heard from the MRI folks. Now if I had good private insurance or lots of cash, you can bet your sweet ass I’d have had that MRI done already. You see they can afford to take their sweet-ass time finding an open slot, I’m poor and on welfare medical! Apparently us poor welfare medical folks who are in great pain aren’t nearly as important as folks with money and/or good insurance. Can yousay class-ism? Good, I knew you could.

In the meantime, yesterday was spent in a nearly daylong pity party. My dh pointed out a few good points that I had glossed over in my mind, and I worse cased them, and spent the day in a pity party. That’s over now. I won’t go into details all the points he made, as it would reveal T.M.I. about my personal life for the internet, but they were things I did need to consider.

I do believe at a minimum that I have a nerve pinched in my back. I was in so much pain last night that I took one of my dh’s nerve pills. Now they only kill nerve pain, they won’t touch any other kind of pain. (I know, I know, I know, so please keep the script lectures to yourself! I have told Dr. Troll about this and it is noted in my chart, so keep the lectures and sermons to yourself please.) The pain went way down, so that ibuprofen and the muscle relaxers with it made the pain tolerable.

I do more than Dr. Troll said to do, but way less than want to do. Which in the end, I think I come out doing things at a level that Dr. Troll actually wants me to do. You see he knows I’ll do more than he says, so I do believe he says to do less than he really wants me to do so that I will end up doing the level he really wants. Yup, I think Dr. Troll knows me that well.

I want to get me one of those little troll dolls, one with red hair. I want to dress it up like a doctor, and write Dr. Troll’s real name on the pocket of the outfit. I want to take it with me to the hospital with me as a good-luck charm. Why? Because Dr. Troll won’t be the doctor doing the surgery(s), and I want a good-luck charm and I think Dr. Troll is a pretty good one to have!

Now for knitting.

I am nearing the finishing of my Eiffel sweater. With my back it’s taking longer than I had planned, but it’s coming along. I’ll post pictures and more details on it when it’s done.

I still cannot manage knitting with finer fibers. Sock and Lace weight yarns slip right out of my fingers, because I cannot manage holding my arms up high enough long enough to work with the fine fibers. I have socks I need to finish, socks I want to make, gloves/mittens to finish, my lace shawl, but I cannot manage working with such fine fibers. It just pisses me off.

Now for family.

My ds, the silly boy! My ds got caught playing his gameboy micro under his jacket during world history class! Hiss teacher confiscated it, took it to the assistant principle, wrote him up, and ds might not get his game system back until the end of the school year! The policy at home is if one game system is taken at school, I take the other for the same length of time at home. So he’s lost the use of both his game boy advance and his gameboy micro! Now the silly boy has permission to play the game system at the end of class provided he’s done his classwork. So he has no excuse for this. (Yes he has Asperger’s Syndrome, but this is the third time this teacher has caught him doing this in her class but it’s the first time she’s taken the step of going to the assistant principle and writing ds up for the offence. So yes, the are giving him some leeway because of his disability.)